One Night Slave by Laura S. redhead91382@yahoo.com http://geocities.com/redhead91382
My escapade at the "alternative lifestyles" club had wetted my insatiable appetite for sensual release. Margaret McDaniel had helped reawaken the stirrings that had been with me nearly all my life. The sight of that "young schoolgirl" thrashing and cumming before me was enough to convince me that I was very nearly back to "normal". Like a vampire, I craved the taste of life itself and I was not to be denied. The question was, could I still enjoy myself as a sub as well as the bitch domme? I had always been able to play the switch with Mandy, but would it be as exciting with someone I didn't know? I decided to find out as soon as possible.
The very next evening, I dressed appropriately for the scene I had in mind. I had enjoyed playing the part of the girl who liked to show off and then be tossed around and controlled by the "bitch goddess" type that Mandy had played so well. Donning the shortest skirt I owned, a top that laced up from just above my navel all the way up, some 6 inch platforms and a thong that left me cool in the night air, I climbed into my car and headed back to the scene of last night's debauchery. My pussy ached from the fantasy playing out in my head and I hoped that the night would bring a merciful end to the imaginings.
When I reached the destination, I looked around to see if anyone was there to notice. There were several Domme looking ladies walking towards the door and their heads all turned my way. Knowing that it was showtime, I turned my legs, one at a time to show the small strip of cloth pulling up between my pussy lips, and then looked directly in their direction, teasing them as I brought the other leg out to meet the first. Not wickedly as I would have in the other role, but with the innocence of one who didn't even know what kind of show she was putting on. I knew I had gotten their attention, so I waited a short while after they had entered to do the same. As I walked through the door, I caught the aroma of the sex that was already going on in there and it gave me even more reason to go onward with this game. One of the women from outside was eyeing me up and down like a piece of property which made me shiver with anticipation. Maybe this was going to work out just fine after all. She slowly came over to me and then suddenly grabbed me by the back of the hair, pulled my head back and stuffed her tongue nearly down my throat. No word was spoken as yet, so I just decided to play the game her way and let whatever happened happen. She continued to swab the inside of my mouth with her wicked tongue, stopping to bite my lips hard now and then. The pain was exquisite! I yearned to let her control me in any way she wished. Nothing was going to be off limits as far as I was concerned tonight.
When she finally released my head, she finally spoke, or rather hissed into my ear "Listen to me you little slut. You think I don't know that little performance in the parking lot was for my entertainment? I'm going to make you wish you had never come here tonight. I'm in need of a new slave and you are going to be it!" She spat the word "it" like I was some sort of inanimate object, just what I was hoping for. I played right into her scene.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said plaintively. "I'm just here to observe the club and see if it's what I've heard it is."
"Observe this, slut! You are going to service me and my friends and you will like it! I'll tell YOU what you're here to do or not to do and that is that. Do you understand?"
"No, I'm afraid I don't understand. Are you telling me that I'm going to submit to your desires on your terms? I.......I can't believe this is happening!" I feigned innocence for the sake of the game. "You can't be serious!"
"Not only am I serious, I'm going to turn you into the best little slut slave I've ever owned. Your life is about to change little bitch whore!"
With that, she grabbed my hair again and started leading me towards the back of the club, where the real activities were going on. We walked into a room that I had not visited the night before, done up like a true dungeon with chains and straps on the wall for both wrists and ankles. A strong shiver went up my spine as I realized that I was about to become not only her property but total public property. I was dripping with erotic excitement. My blood raced and my face flushed crimson red.
She dragged me over to a seat near the wall and pushed me down into it, tying my hands behind my back and my ankles to the feet of the chair. It was very low to the floor, placing me in a squatting position, my face right about where a properly placed ass would be. I knew immediately what was in store for me first.
She dropped her panties and turned to place her puckered pink hole against my lips. "Get your tongue in there and clean me out properly you little ass whore! If you don't do a good job, you'll get the beating of your life." Her aroma was intoxicating and the tangy taste of her tight hole filled me with desire. It had been a very long time since I had licked anything so pungent. I felt my pussy start to moisten as the thoughts of what else this woman would make me do filled my head. I didn't have to wait long, as she backed away from me and motioned one of her friends to take her place. I saw now that my fate for this night would be to cleanse all her frineds in the same way I had her. One by one they came, pressing their back openings against my eager tongue as I bathed them with total abandon. I hoped that they would not stop with just this activity and I felt wickedly dirty pleasuring them in this way.
I cleansed a total of ten asses, then my "Mistress" came over to me, released me from my current position and laid me down on my back. Another chair was placed over my face as four of the women held my wrists and ankles still. This was about to get even naughtier and I was in my glory for it. The chair over me had an opening in it just the right size for each woman's cunt to be viewed perfectly. My Mistress placed a funnel at it's opening that reached down into my mouth. There was no question what I was about to be required to do. I was going to be doing a lot of drinking and swallowing. God, I felt so cheap and used and SO DAMN HOT! My Mistress sat first and yelled down to me, "If you miss just ONE drop of this, you will be punished harder than you can even imagine. Now get ready to swallow you cheap toilet slut!" The flood of her urine escaped from between her lips with such force that I nearly choked trying to keep it all in. To make matters harder, one of her friends started teasing my clitoris with her fingers, distracting me to the point where I almost forgot what I was supposed to be concentrating on. Somehow I managed to swallow every drop of her golden nectar but it was not easy.
I was ready to accept all thier pee greedily and I wasn't disappointed. One by one, all ten women eventually released their floods into my waiting mouth and I swallowed hungrily, wanting to perform better than anyone ever had for them. My belly was full of the hot liquid by the time they were done and I ached for sexual release from the toying they had all been doing with me while I drank. My cunt ached for release and I prayed silently for some kind of satisfaction. My prayers were answered shortly after. Mistress had put on a HUGE strapon, at least 10 inches in length and a good 2 1/2 inches in diameter. All I could think was that the sensation of that monster being shoved into me all at once was going to be sheer ecstacy. She bent me over the chair that had just moments before been the toilet for her friends and without any further ado, rammed the giant cock up inside me. I screamed, I yelled and I cried in pleasure and pain together. She thrust in and out of me like a jackhammer and I was pushing back at her, searching for the release I knew would come soon. As she fucked me deeply, the others were slapping my ass cheeks as hard as they could. It only took a few minutes of this before my orgasm started to overtake me and I came in a crashing, screaming orgasm that was probably heard throughout the entire club. I was released and left on the floor in a heap.
Once I regained my composure, I rose, gathering my clothing and dressing, all the while being stared at by these evil, wicked, wonderfully erotic women. I left without another word form any of them, feeling like the filthy slut that I was that night. There would be other nights that I would play the controller again, but this was a night to remember for me.